Sometimes the psyches fly on their own, be careful not to step on them.Thread softly so your feet don't get cut by the glass.The river flows gently on their veins, but their screams echo through your head.These are the flowers for the beauty in death.

breaking the habit - Linkin Park

Memories consume
Like opening the wound
I’m picking me apart again
You all assume
I’m safe here in my room
(unless I try to start again)

I don’t want to be the one
The battles always choose
‘Cause inside I realize
That I’m the one confused

I don’t know what’s worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
I don’t know why I instigate
And say what I don’t mean
I don’t know how I got this way
I know it’s not alright
So I’m
Breaking the habit
Tonight

Clutching my cure
I tightly lock the door
I try to catch my breath again
I hurt much more
Than anytime before
I had no options left again

I’ll paint it on the walls
‘Cause I’m the one at fault
I’ll never fight again
And this is how it ends

I don’t know what’s worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
But now I have some clarity
To show you what I mean
I don’t know how I got this
I’ll never be alright
So I’m
Breaking the habit
Breaking the habit
Tonight

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Russian spirit

Guess I'm starting to feel it, everything good has to end. If I will get hurt, I will, it will always happen. So, I think it's better if I just keep my bags packed at the door, in case I need a quick exit.